I learn a lesson in cultural sensitivity.

The other day, Rand and I were talking about our upcoming trip to Scotland, and we had the following exchange:

Rand: What do you want to do in Glasgow?

Me: Catch a leprechaun.

Rand: (sighs heavily) Honey …

Me: What?

Rand: Where are leprechauns from?

Me: … it’s funny that you decided to go with the “Leprechauns are from Ireland, not Scotland” argument, instead of the more obvious, “THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS LEPRECHAUNS.”

Rand: With you, I’ve learned to pick my battles.

Me: That’s probably for the best.

(Note: I had hoped to have a more robust post up today, but the one I’m working on is killing me, so this is all you get, while I continue to pull my hair out, trying to keep Northern Ireland and The Republic of Ireland straight. And yes, they are very, very different).